Tears At A Christening Poem by Mark Heathcote

On a day, joy should be occasioned timeless.
Why do these afflictions of pain join us?

There are no table manners in tears?
They hold themselves back only to attack.
It's been this way for millennia of years
The heart-mind is under constant ransack.

On a day, joy should be occasioned joyous.
Why do these afflictions of pain join us?
Today there is going to be a christening
Today is my niece but last year it was your cousin,
Nephew Scott, poor soul-died-without. Tears at a christening
With memories purporting to be deeply graven.